Blammo
i know i've been away and should have good exciting new york stories to tell, but frankly today i'd rather just get on a plane to some disaster-prone nation, find some building made of razor wire and rusty steel, bury myself in the basement, and wait for an earthquake.
in the past 24 hours i've tried to help twice. both times i've made it much worse.
i am, actually, a jerk.
